the bane of my exsistance and now i'm involved with one. and the best part is, everyone at my school thinks i'm a slut because i wore red fishnets with my kilt so now they think i'm servicing him. lovely, isnt it? yeah so go ahead, laugh it up...but hes a great guy! and i hate to put the stereotypical drummer pin on him, because he is really smart, and extreemly smooth...but man...all we ever do is this... "hows my favorite bassist?" "not bad, hows the loser drummer?" "great, did you manage to get lost with all those notes playing bass yet?" "no, but i dare not insult the inteligence of one who hits things with sticks for a hobby." i should put my drummer angst behind me, huh?